“Hold on tight, sweetheart. Ready? Here we go.”
Giving in, she wrapped her arms around him, loving the feeling of his hard abs against her palms. She let out a squeal as they took off down the street, and she could hear his deep laugh over the roar of the engine when her grip tightened on him. After the first few minutes, Kalista was astonished to find herself relaxing and actually enjoying herself.
Being on Jared’s bike with him almost made her feel like she was flying. She let out an exhilarated laugh filled with all the joy she was feeling, and he sped up, thrilling her. He did that for her. Gave her new experiences and taught her how to let go. With each passing minute she felt more of the chains that had always been holding her back fall away.
She had never been the type of woman who would ride on the back of a Harley with a bad boy she was sleeping with…until Jared. Without him she would have never had the courage to ride on his bike, no matter how much she had always wanted to. And she did. She’d always wanted to be the kind of fearless woman who could do anything, but so many people in her life had told her that she couldn’t do things that she had started to believe them.
That wasn’t the case with Jared.
She’d never met a man like him before. Jared was such a good man, caring and patient even if he looked so tough. He made her feel cherished and protected in a way she’d never felt before. He was so vital, so full of life, and he exuded a sexual pull so strong all he had to do was look at her and she felt her body slickening in invitation. It amazed her that he wanted to be with her, but she was glad that he did. Still, a little insidious voice in her head kept asking for how long?
It was difficult to admit that she had already lost her heart to him when she didn’t know what the future held…or if they had a future at all. Sometimes it felt like she had fallen in love with him the first time she saw him and she just fell deeper every day. Being with him allowed her to be who she was really was, without fear of recriminations. Forcing herself to relax, she focused on just enjoying the time she had with him without worrying about what would happen later.
Kalista felt her body heat as the throbbing of the bike seemed to shoot through her body straight to her clit, making her squirm on the seat. Acutely aware of his big body seated between her legs, she pressed herself fully against his back, and satisfaction filled her when she felt him tense.
Perhaps she wasn’t the only one being affected by the close contact and the thrum of the machine.
Curiously, she stroked her hand over the taut muscles of his stomach and felt his abs flex under her gentle touch. She loved the raw power coiled in his strong body and suddenly couldn’t wait to feel his hands on her.
“You doing okay?” he asked as they exited town and headed out on to a quieter stretch of road leading toward the coast.
There was something intimate about hearing his voice in her ear, surprisingly clear through the speaker in the helmet as the motor of the bike rumbled in the background. “I’m great!” she answered.
As they drove through a forested area, a wicked idea flickered through her mind. Feeling mischievous, she slid one of her hands lower, exploring until she found the thick column of his shaft straining against his pants where it was trapped against his thigh. She could practically feel his hard cock pulsing against her palm as she slowly stroked him through the material of his pants and boxers.
“You better stop that, Kali. It’s gonna get you into trouble if you keep that up,” he warned.
She didn’t want to stop. Thinking back over their time together, she realized that this was the first time she had made the first move. He always seemed to know exactly how to arouse her to the point she was desperate to feel him inside her, but so far she had never instigated their love play. He always made love to her passionately, but without that primal urgency he had taken her with that first time they were together. She wanted that with him again. Wanted him to take her as if he couldn’t breathe with the need clawing through his system.
To be as wild and crazed for her as she was for him.
No longer willing to wait for him to take the lead, she refused to release her hold on his cock. There was something wildly erotic about stroking him while she couldn’t see what she was doing. Her clit pulsed in time to the blood flowing into his cock, making him thicker and harder in her hand.
“Do you really want me to stop?”
“Fuck no.”
Casting a quick glance around their surroundings, she was emboldened by the isolated area they were driving through. Using some of her newfound courage, she reached up and loosened the ties of his drawstring pants. Slipping her hand beneath the fabric of his boxers, she took his shaft into her hand. Feeling the bare length of him throbbing against her palm sent a shiver of need surging through her body so strong it left her breathless.